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Harry was dumbfounded. He looked up at the glossy poster in a mixture of mostly shock and anger. People were gathered around the poster laughing into the palm of their hands.

Grunting, Harry ripped the poster from the wall, he crumpled it in his hands and shoved it into his backpack. "Um, Harry. There's like five of those in every hallway. And one on all the teachers doorways. You better get going before the bell rings." One of the girls informed him, she laughed in clear amusement and Harry flipped her off. He ripped down the similar posters that were hung up along the hallway.

It was him, anyone could easily tell by the tattoos on his hips and his hands which were holding- well originally they were holding his d-ck, but in these posters, there wasn't anything in his hand, you couldn't see it from far away anyway. Not until you got up close, it was photoshopped in, brilliantly of course.

A fucking one inch peanut in place of where his d-ck should have been. The caption being:

"Harry Styles and he says its 8inches".

Harry's anger only continued to boil over as he ripped the posters down. His bag now overflowing with the thick material. It came down to the last hallway.

Harry walked past Louis, who didn't even try to look away as he looked on with amusement as Harry tore down the posters in the hallway. Harry stomped down the hallway, and threw his backpack into his locker. He bluntly ignored the stares that everyone was giving him.

Louis sighed dramatically. "See. Told you it was peanut sized, as disgusting, as the person it belongs to." He said loudly.

Harry ignored him. He grabbed his books and walked away. He heard Louis' loud laugh behind him, followed by those around him. Harry shrugged, he didn't care. Louis' attempts were pathetic. He'd be crawling back in the end.

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The next day, screenshots were posted everywhere. Louis had made sure to tell Zayn to shove them into people's lockers just for the heck of it.

Harry picked some up, and they all basically showed how desperate he was to get a f-ck. Only his name wasn't blurred, the other one was. People would find out just how desperate he was.

Louis was fucking up his image. Harry didn't bother grabbing the papers. Instead he walked right over to Louis. Louis crossed his arms in front of him. "What?" He asked.

Harry dropped the papers that he had found in his locker at his feet. "At least," he said loudly, it grabbed everyone's attention. "I wasn't desperate enough to make a fake account."

Louis paled, he tried to walk away, but Harry kept a strong hold on his arm. "At least I don't keep a pathetic grudge for 2 years. At least I don't dress up in girls clothes and pretend to be a girl. At least I'm not so fuxking desperate that I'll pretend to be someone else just to get someone to like me."

"I don't know what you're talking about." Louis muttered.

Harry laughed coldly, his curls bounced slightly as he shook his head and smiled. "You're the desperate one here Louis. You're the whore. That's all you ever were and all you'll ever be. Yeah, I'm a whore too, but I'm not going to shy away from it. I didn't make a fake account. I didn't send dirty pictures pretending to be someone else- dirty pictures that I still have. So if you know what's good for you, you'll stop this stupid game right now."

"Go to hell," Louis muttered, he tried to yank his hand away.

"And know what's the best part?" Harry said. People were still staring at them curiously. "Even right now I know you'd take me back. 'Cause darling, that's just how desperate you are." He laughed, gave Louis' arm a soft squeeze. He turned to the crowd. "Laugh at the messages. It doesn't matter." He turned around and winked at Louis.

He tried to walk away then, but then Harry's arm was grabbed. He was spun around and pressed against the wall. Brown eyes were staring down at him. "Not cool." Zayn said, before he brought his fist to collide against Harry's cheek. He had the element of surprise but that was quickly lost as Harry regained his posture, and pushed Zayn back.

Louis froze for a second, he wanted to run away from this, from everything. But it was Zayn and Zayn was his best friend. Harry's first hit was aimed towards Zayn's cheekbone. Zayn stumbled back against the lockers. Harry was swinging his arm back once more when Louis' figure jumped in between them. It happened within seconds, Harry's knuckles cut across Louis' lower lip. Louis cried out in pain, a wave of shock filled the hallway. Harry froze in surprise. Zayn was shaking his head, as he held his jaw.

"I didn't. I didn't mean to." Harry muttered, he ran forward and tried to grab Louis.

But, strong arms held him back. It was Liam. "No, bro, you'll make it worse."

Louis was crying, his lip was split open and blood was falling onto the floor. "This wasn't supposed to happen." Harry mumbled. Zayn glared at Harry, they were full of clear hatred. But, Harry didn't look at Zayn. He looked at Louis. "Lou! Lou, I didn't mean to. Damnit Liam let me go." Harry struggled against Liam's hold.

"Where's a fucking teacher when you need one? I think Louis might need stitches." Zayn yelled.

"They're at a meeting, on the second floor." Someone yelled back.

"Fucking useless. Alright, um, Niall. Could you tell the front office where we went? Uh- make something up about him getting really sick." And although Zayn's cheek was bleeding as well it was only a slight cut.

Niall nodded, Zayn helped Louis who was still in complete shock that his hands held blood. Harry hit him. Harry had hit him. Harry-

"Lou," and it was Harry's warm voice, louis looked up and their eyes met. "I didn't mean to."

But then Zayn pushed him closer to his side. "Stay the fuck away Styles. I mean it." And they left the school, parading through a million people who were talking nonstop about what had just happened.

None of the girls looked at him. Half of the boys glared at him. Yeah they didn't particularly like Louis but- it was Louis, and something about seeing Harry hit him was just completely and utterly wrong.

"Let go of me Liam!" Harry yelled, Liam dropped his hands. Harry stood up straight, and when he looked down he saw that his knuckles were bleeding. "fucking hell. This wasn't supposed to happen."

"Why couldn't you keep your mouth shut?" Liam demanded. "Why couldn't you just leave him alone! You know how he felt about you, and yet you continued to play him. You should have just let him have his childish revenge, everyone here knows you ask girls for this what was different about the plain evidence being in front of them?"

Harry ignored him. He hadn't mean to hit Louis. It was an accident. "Are you even listening to me?" Liam exclaimed.

Harry shrugged. "I didn't mean to hit him. It was sposed to be to Zayn. He hit me first."

Liam shook his head in clear sadness, "Just because someone hurt you, it doesn't give you the right to hurt them back Harry."

Harry rolled his eyes. "I'll just talk to Louis later. He has to listen to me."

Liam sighed, it was no use, sometimes Harry was really dumb. "leave him alone Harry. Just- leave him alone."

Harry frowned, "I can't Liam. You wouldn't understand. It's like, it's like I'm pulled towards him."

Liam laughed, "Really? You played the kid, hurt him, and he's currently needing stitches because you can't control your anger. Does that sound like something someone would act like towards someone they care about?" Harry stated silent. "The only thing you cared about was getting a fxck Harold. That's all you care about, so I mean it. Leave him alone."

Harry never really did learn how to listen.

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Well- damn. 🙁.